Saturday. September 03, 2016

I fed the calves somewhat early this morning.

As my laid back constitution dictates, I hung the feed bucket on the nearest T-pole, hooked my arms over the top of the cattle fence and moo-ed at the calves, thinking, of course, that familiarity will pay off in the fall when we have to load the suckers for butcher.

The fence began to vibrate. It did. I talked to me in a buzz and the bucket began to dance, a tune less chittering on the fence and T-pole.

It went on long enough or me to check the trees, cows and the dog for any alerting or vibrations. None. The animals didn’t react at all, the trees didn’t shake.

The fence vibrated, the bucket shimmy danced in place and I felt it in the soles.

The news channels are still  doing after shocks.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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